[ miraculously, Cinnabar doesn't pull away when Phos gets closer. Whether it's because they know the effort would be futile or simply because it's Phos, they don't care to investigate. They scrub their face with a hand, as if wiping away any remnants of that embarrassed blush, before turning away slightly, looking at Phos sidelong over one standoffish shoulder.
It's surprising how much Phos admits to them. Then again, it's not as if Cinnabar talks to the others. Regardless, judging by their expression, Cinnabar's not all that surprised by the admission. And they'd be lying if they said they didn't feel a little guilt. (It is their fault, isn't it? The start of this...) ]
I already finished patrolling, [ they declare - but they begin to walk, anyway, carefully giving Phos a wide berth as they move past. ] You're late.
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It's surprising how much Phos admits to them. Then again, it's not as if Cinnabar talks to the others. Regardless, judging by their expression, Cinnabar's not all that surprised by the admission. And they'd be lying if they said they didn't feel a little guilt. (It is their fault, isn't it? The start of this...) ]
I already finished patrolling, [ they declare - but they begin to walk, anyway, carefully giving Phos a wide berth as they move past. ] You're late.